In the dead of winter, on a grey and quiet snow day when human contact seemed like an unrealizable dream, my daughter and I hatched a little plan to have a Mardi Gras party somewhere around the actual date (March 8) and the end of her basketball season. Out went the invitations she designed at good old Vistaprint, in came the goodies and junk from Oriental Trading, and--happily and finally--in came the girls on Saturday.
For six hours they giggled, decorated masks, put on a whole range of parades, danced the limbo, told stories, made bracelets, painted their nails, and (bless their hearts) ate the food I prepared for them.
For six hours they giggled, decorated masks, put on a whole range of parades, danced the limbo, told stories, made bracelets, painted their nails, and (bless their hearts) ate the food I prepared for them.
I woke up Sunday morning to the quiet that comes with snow. Because snow had come again. It's just as well; Adella needed to sleep in and maybe dream about fun with her friends.
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